“No,” I said. “No. You can’t do this to me. I’ll kill myself!”
Her voice became sad and terrible.
“No. You won’t.”
And then she made it so I never could.

This...resonates in an interesting way and I'm not entirely sure why.

My mind is crazy and illogical, and I’ve never gotten anywhere trying to force it to work the way I think it should. My only successes come from engaging with it on its own terms.

This resonates and I'm exactly sure why and I find it beautiful.

I have no church, no teachings, no community.

Yyyyyyyyyep. All of my religion is based on the what-seems-right of the moment. It is lonely sometimes, but mostly just feels really right for me.

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Thank you for writing this. It was fascinating to read.

~Sor